Words words words.
"He was not the Visser I had known in Paris. Prison had broken him. Once his passions had been in his eyes, but now they were in his mouth and cheeks."
---A Coffin for Dimitrios, by Eric Ambler
posted by Prof. Drew LeDrew at 4:10 PM
2 Comments:
All too true. I think my passions have migrated to the arches of my feet and the backs of my knees. But at least they are not circling my navel like water around a drain.
Mine? Ears. Occasionally palms.
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